Words Are Like Harpoons. Once They Go

Imagine 1050 Blind Persons Each With A Scrambled Rubik's Cube, And Try To Conceive Of The Chance Of Them All Simultaneously Arriving At The Solved Form. You Then Have A Chance Of Arriving By Random Shuffling, Of Just One Of The Many Biopolymers On Which Life Depends. The Notion That Not Only The Biopolymers But The Operating Program Of A Living Cell Could Be Arrived At By Chance In A Primordial Organic Soup Here On The Earth Is Evidently Nonsense Of A High Order.

Things Are The Way They Are Because They Were The Way They Were.

Religion Is But A Desperate Attempt To Find An Escape From The Truly Dreadful Situation In Which We Find Ourselves. Here We Are In This Wholly Fantastic Universe With Scarcely A Clue As To Whether Our Existence Has Any Real Significance. No Wonder Then That Many People Feel The Need For Some Belief That Gives Them A Sense Of Security, And No Wonder That They Become Very Angry With People Like Me Who Say That This Is Illusory.

In Short There Is Not A Shred Of Objective Evidence To Support The Hypothesis That Life Began In An Organic Soup Here On The Earth.

Space Isn't Remote At All. It's Only An Hour's Drive Away If Your Car Could Go Straight Upwards.